Keidis's spittle and cracked tooth were things to hide in my pre-1991 conception of bodies and appeal, and there they were, front and center, set off by metallic body paint and lipstick.
Read MoreThe video for "Smells Like Teen Spirit" made me deeply uncomfortable. There they were, on the screen, mocking everything I'd spent my entire adolescence trying to be.
Read MoreMany days I can’t remember to drop off the dry cleaning or whether I need to buy laundry detergent. Yet I have no problem conjuring up a 30-year-old memory of Judd Nelson in his large overcoat wearing Molly Ringwald's diamond earring as he walked away from a memorable day of detention.
Read MoreOne day you wake up and you find yourself doing these things that you thought were reserved for OLD PEOPLE. Oh, the horror...
Read MoreIf Hälsa didn't work, I had a back-up plan: Sun-In. It wasn't hair dye, but it promised to
lighten your hair as if you had spent hours at the beach by using only a hair-dryer. I was on
board.
Jump into the wayback machine and head to the '70s, when the man manes were flowing and the pop songs were poppin'.
Read MoreTechnology changes; my musical taste does not.
Read MoreA couple of years later, I went to see Rick in concert in with my friend and her sister. It was my first concert WITHOUT ADULTS. Lord, I was mature. I wore that concert t-shirt until it was shreds.
Read MoreForevermore, "Macarena" is linked to the grandmother of my adulthood, one I miss very much. And every time I hear that song start, I smile.
Read MoreWhen childhood crushes go bad...
Read More"Hotel California" clocks in at 6:30 — which is about six minutes longer than it should be.
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